thamk you for tags, blessed nilow to ye
thank you v much
Nilow has been my jam for literally 7 years now and I get so giddy whenever I see content of them
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#いい太ももの日#原神 #nilow pic.twitter.com/EWyjMDZXUl
— ひゅらさん@1日目西あ-34ab (@hyura3) November 20, 2023
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Do you have any OCs that are fun to write about but you wouldn't want to spend time with in real life?
Nilower is fun to write but I'd find him as pretentious as fuck. Also, he's not a very good writer, although he thinks he is. Here's an excerpt from the terrible book he's writing.
"'Areh, you should not tempt me so,' Siavad murmured, his eye caught by the gorgeously sensuous curves of her generous cleavage, his imagination seized by the glimpses he caught through the soft sheer crimson silk of her frock.
The seductress breathed, 'Aran Mahil, it is I that is tempted. What woman could resist you? What woman would want to?' She leaned closer, her pomegranate-red lips parting before his greedy eyes, revealing teeth like square pearls and strong breath as sweet as cinnamon. He inhaled that godly aroma and felt himself enchanted by the unnatural green sparkle of her eyes. They caught and held him as close as a hug, and he could not move away as she settled herself down onto his couch, as graceful and dangerous as a leopard. He was a man trapped by his own desires and a woman's beckoning finger.
She smiled into his face, perfection in flesh, and her long-nailed hands rose to caress his clean-shaven face.
He leaned into her touch like a cat eager to be petted but questioned, 'You are engaged to be married, areh. To a member of a key family, no less. Is this appropriate?'
Her questing fingers ran around to trail across the silky nape of his neck, and she uttered, 'A woman may love whomever and wherever she pleases. Always it has been so in Sakhder.'
Siavad shivered and trembled and shook as her sinful hands ran down his sides, tickling him through the thin silk of his embroidered golden tunic. He found himself pulled closer and closer, like a loadstone drawn towards the north. He avowed, 'I would never seek to deny a woman her rights, areh, but neither do I want to be murdered by an angry suitor.'
She scoffed, the noise melodious as the song of a lark, and sighed, 'The marriage is arranged by our parents, and neither of us care for each other. I am not drawn to him, not the way I am to you. Now come to me, you beautiful man.'
He fell into her plump, dusky arms, his heart swollen with love in his chest, and breathed in the smoky perfume of her shining hair. She smiled at him, the smile of a goddess. And then her poisoned fingernails drove into his back, spreading paralytic venom through his blood. He froze like a statue, rigid as a board, his muscular hands still wrapped around the vixen's waist.
'Now, Siavad Mahil,' purred the betrayer, 'I believe the Abolbak family will pay dearly for your breathing body. But that doesn't mean I have to give them what they want right away.'
She kissed him with her lush red lips, and he was helpless--"
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STARE STRAUGHT AT THE CANERA RUGHT NILOW
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I need just a soft early morning with Niles and Laslow brushing out their daughters’ hair and braiding it. The young girls bickering amongst themselves lightly. Then Niles and Laslow just look at each other and then the girls with a fond expression, because neither of them ever truly expected their future would include a family, or they’d live long enough to see it. But here they are and they wouldn’t give it up for the world.
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